tonight, my daughter and i took in the lovely flavors of a new [to us] local thai joint. it was the kind of meal in which everything that sounded good was requested from the tiny kitchen, a few bites were taken from each dish, and everything else was packaged for days of delicious leftovers. my favorite … Continue reading quantifying sensing
today my daughter and i participated in an origami workshop in one of our favorite art-ing spaces. it was an über peaceful way to spend a saturday. the instructor was patient and kind as he walked us through bunny, mouse, crane, dragon, heart. still in a reflective spirit in this first week of a new year, i … Continue reading smash.
[re]werking. shards of nothing slice through to bone of fragile structure fortified [just] enough for rebuild. [de]sensing. tuning in to the charming, sporadic ambient rhythm, intent on moving past. looking for reasons to [stay] tune[d] out. but, vacuum.
this: Sounds go through the muscles these abstract wordless movements they start off cells that haven’t been touched before ...waking up slowly. —Björk Gudmundsdóttir evokes thought of this: touches me differently each time, but always awakens some lovely thing[s].
in this ongoing project, thomas passwater and i have been reflecting on the intersections of affect and materiality, on the interactions and extensions of self and/through objects in our composing process, on the way that selves and objects mean. below, you can see how we have written our way into this inquiry—and we invite you to … Continue reading before touching [writing, writing] feeling
word agony. staring at the text-laden screen, my digits itch. anxiously half-tapping rhythms to stimulate precision. perfection. full-presses deconstruct brain drizzle [drivel] in comment tabs. the back and forth of desire - desire to sculpt a flawless piece from this google doc of chaos. two fingertips flick my mouse pad to scroll through earliest ramblings - … Continue reading proposal. co-crafting/editing.
growing up, there was a dark corner office/seasonal storage space in my parents' half-finished basement. there was a large desk sandwiched between boxes of hunting gear, winter coats, christmas ornaments, and other things. on that desk sat one of these. [is my age showing?] i used it for homework sometimes. and if i had been … Continue reading reminiscent reflection.